I was injured at work today. Oh no! Was I run over by a 260 ton haultruck and squashed flat as a pancake? No! Was I caught in a blast and blown into a billion little pieces? No! Did one of the resident grizzly bears, jealous of my superior literary skills, decide to eat me and poo me out into the woods? No! In fact, I was just putting some orange cones into my foreman's truck and I strained a back muscle. Coned! So I guess in light of what could have happened I was pretty lucky. But it still hurt.